The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 302 Within a year, his life was in danger.
Following Lang Jiuchuan's finger, Granny Wang looked over and said, "That's our second young mistress's little Buddhist shrine where she worships the Bodhisattva."

Lang Jiuchuan raised an eyebrow and asked, "The Zheng family comes from a scholarly family, and your son-in-law is also a scholar. Your young lady is only twenty years old and has already set up a small Buddhist shrine. Doesn't your son-in-law object?"

Scholars are often aloof and prone to quoting the saying "Confucius did not speak of strange phenomena, physical prowess, disorder, or spirits." It's hard to say that Tang Bobin didn't think the same way. Furthermore, the fact that their courtyards were all designed to be elegant further revealed the owner's preference for refined and noble tastes. And yet, young Zheng Shi had set up a Buddhist shrine at such a young age. What was Tang Bobin supposed to think?
Granny Wang sighed and said, "Of course we dislike it, but it's all for the sake of having children. What can we do? The young master prefers elegance and doesn't believe in gods and Buddhas, but he's a man. How can he understand the hardships women face in the inner quarters? Without children, one cannot stand firm. The young mistress wants a child, and he also wants a child. Even if he dislikes it, he can only endure it."

She paused for a moment, then said, "The eldest son of the eldest branch is already seven years old, and now he is pregnant again. The son-in-law, as the second son of the legitimate wife, is without a son. The heir of the Marquis's mansion has not yet submitted a petition to establish a son-in-law."

Lang Jiuchuan immediately understood. Establishing a heir also requires consideration of descendants. If the eldest son and grandson of the eldest branch are both legitimate children of the first wife, then the chances of winning are much greater.

"If we stay here and have children, I'm afraid our relationship will come to an end," she said calmly.

Granny Wang was astonished again: "Miss, if you see anything amiss, please speak frankly."

"The feng shui of this Luoying Courtyard is bad. Over time, the couple will be at odds, and there will inevitably be death or injury." Lang Jiuchuan said, "Let's see your young lady first. The feng shui can be adjusted, but there are some bad things in her little Buddhist shrine."

That heavy Yin energy has become quite powerful; we'll have to see what it is to find out.

Granny Wang was so frightened that her face turned pale. Just then, a maid came to invite them, and they hurried over.

Back in front of the main house, the maid named Songxiang was leading a young girl out. When the two met, the girl slightly stepped aside, raised her head, and met Lang Jiuchuan's gaze.

Lang Jiuchuan glanced at the young lady, who was wearing a thin cloak, dressed elegantly, with a dignified and graceful appearance and a gentle and refined temperament, and blinked.

She was dignified and elegant, with a scholarly air about her. She was the typical well-bred young lady from a prominent family. Her smile was gentle, but her eyes held a hint of determination. Her appearance was not particularly exquisite, but it was very pleasing to the eye. She possessed the grace and poise that a mature woman should have. Such an intelligent and virtuous girl would be an excellent wife and daughter-in-law.

Her marriage is in auspicious phase, with her marital palace appearing rosy and purplish, and a reddish tinge between her eyebrows, indicating that her wedding is imminent. However, her marital palace is also slightly sunken, and more importantly, its location is somewhat low, suggesting that the couple may not be harmonious and could easily drift apart.

Lang Jiuchuan looked at her vital point, pursed his lips, and said that this marriage was not a proper match for her, and she would lose her life because of her husband within three years.

Granny Wang bowed to He Fu and said, "Miss He, you are so kind as to come and visit my young lady with your wedding day approaching."

He Fu smiled and returned half a bow, her face slightly flushed as she replied, "Ashi is ill, and I am worried about her. It is only with my mother's permission that I have come out. I hope she recovers soon and comes to see me off on my wedding day."

"Thank you for your kind words." Granny Wang was very pleased.

Seeing Lang Jiuchuan staring at her, He Fu smiled again: "This younger sister is quite unfamiliar." She noticed that Lang Jiuchuan was dressed in thin clothes and said gently: "Although it is already February, it is still cold. You should wear a cloak."

Not to mention, Lang Jiuchuan looked so frail, his little face was almost bloodless.

However, those eyes were dark and bright, as if they had been washed with water, clear and bright, and full of spirit.

Lang Jiuchuan said, "I am Lang Jiuniang." He Fu was taken aback.

Lang Jia Jiu Niang, wait, if her surname is Lang, isn't that the Kaiping Marquis's mansion where her future father-in-law holds a Taoist ceremony every year for the deceased General Anbei? This year, her wedding with her fiancé Xie Zejin is also in March, so to avoid any clashes, they're holding it earlier, and he'll be the one to officiate.

She will be a member of the Xie family. She has already carefully studied the Xie family's connections and relationships by getting a list from her parents. The late General Anbei was her future father-in-law's former superior. Unfortunately, he died young on the battlefield, leaving behind only one posthumous daughter. This year, the old Marquis of Kaiping passed away, and that girl was brought back. It seems that she is the ninth son.

The Marquis of Zhenbei regards the General of Anbei as a brother, and the two families are considered to be old friends. So this is the younger sister who will be associated with her future husband's family.

He Fu understood this point, and her gaze softened even more.

Lang Jiuchuan sighed inwardly, nodded slightly to her, and walked forward.

She and the Xie family were destined to have a falling out.

The girl in front of me is going to marry into the Xie family. Now that we've just met, is she going to say to me, "Can you break off the engagement? This marriage is not a good match for you?"
Anyone would be unhappy to hear that.

Lang Jiuchuan's complicated gaze puzzled He Fu, but she didn't think much of it, assuming it was just a matter of personality, since the two didn't know each other.

But why is Lang Jia Jiu Niang in A Shi's courtyard?
He Fu asked Song Xiang, "I had no idea that A Shi and the Ninth Miss Lang knew each other?"

Songxiang smiled and said nothing else, only saying, "It was our young lady who made the connection."

Seeing that she was hiding something, He Fu wisely stopped asking and left quickly. But as she got into the carriage, she still glanced at the inner courtyard of the Earl's mansion. Lang Jiuchuan's bright black eyes came to mind. She wondered if it was just her imagination, but there seemed to be a lot of unspoken words in those eyes, which made her feel uneasy.

Lang Jiuchuan followed Granny Wang into the inner chamber and saw Little Zheng, who bore a resemblance to her older sister, Big Zheng, but was more beautiful. Unfortunately, she was now covered by illness and surrounded by malevolent energy, which made her eyes and brows look gloomy and fierce. Her sickly appearance made her look even more gloomy and repulsive.

That's why you can tell if someone is happy by looking at their demeanor. A gentle and kind person is naturally at peace and blessed with good fortune, making others feel like they're basking in a spring breeze. Conversely, a person with a gentle and kind demeanor is repulsive.

This is how Xiao Zheng is now, and her marital palace is sunken, indicating that she and her husband often have disagreements and quarrels. She is also seriously ill, her mind is uneasy, and her expression is cold and fierce. The power struggle that this house represents has already manifested.

Not only that, but something she enshrined in her Buddhist shrine had caused the area to become filled with malevolent energy, generating a fierce white tiger-like aura. If she continued to live there, she would surely die.

Lang Jiuchuan didn't beat around the bush. She wasn't one of those charlatans who swindled people outside, leaving room for maneuver in her words or playing coy. Instead, she directly pointed it out, leaving it to you whether you listened or not.

So, she said exactly what she was thinking.

"Move to another courtyard, or your life will be in danger within a year."

"Ugh!" Upon hearing this, Madam Zheng felt a sharp pain in her chest, her face turned deathly pale, her forehead was covered in cold sweat, and her eyes were bloodshot as she stared at Lang Jiuchuan, almost spitting out through gritted teeth, "What nonsense are you talking about?"